Friday, July 6, 2012

Tamatave

Day five. We woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready for our 8-hour journey to Tamatave, a town in the East coast of Madagascar. The local brothers and sisters came to help us carry our luggage to the taxi, and see us off at the bus stop. Blessed souls. I was touched by their affection and their willingness to help our way around town.

There is something riveting about Malagasy culture. Even at the wee hours of the morning, hawkers surrounded us offering an array of items –watches, snacks, sunglasses and even “blessings.” We kept saying no. But I must say that their persistence was admirable.  

Side note: It's funny that the local Malagasy brothers and sisters know more Cantonese than our brothers.

We’ve been previously warned that the journey would be bumpy and that most brothers and sisters throw up during the ride. I tried not to eat breakfast, and drank little water because it would be inconvenient to go to the washroom.

Turns out that the car ride was smooth and pleasant. I enjoyed watching the beautiful scenery –rolling lush hills against clear blue skies. Wild banana plantations. Rivers flowing through untamed land. And there was 80s/90s music playing in the background. You can't go wrong with that. Like one of the brothers commented, the driver had a pretty good taste. I found it quite befitting that one of Michael Jackson's old songs "We are the World" was playing in the background since we were going to Tamatave for a humanitarian cause. Hehe. 

At noon we stopped by for lunch. The restaurant was scanty, a bit too rustic for my taste. But the food was okay. They had only two items on the menu: beef and fish. For those wondering what Malagasy food is like...it's basically like Chinese food. A big heap of rice on a plate (by big, I mean humongous), and some meat and veggies as side dishes. It was a pretty good deal...$1.5 for a meal. Not bad. 

However, I’ve experienced a major culture shock during my first "African toilet experience." When the restaurant owner kindly showed me the toilet...I couldn't help myself but to look bewildered and ask..."that's it?" No hole? No latrine? There was nothing but planks of wood and the stench of urine on the floor. I quickly composed myself and yielded for necessity's sake. I must say that it was quite an experience. 

We arrived to Tamatave around 3:30pm. The local people gathered around, ready to unload our luggage and take us into their tricycles.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The sights and sounds of Antananarivo

Today was National day, and the team had the chance to venture downtown for the first time. Walking through the streets of Antananarivo felt like walking into another world. I have seen poverty back home and in other countries, but to see such degree of extreme poverty in the capital city of Madagascar was quite an experience. 

The city itself is a jumble of things. The city is embroidered with French colonial architecture. But behind the old world facade lies poverty. The old cars, the run down buildings and the pot holes convey a stagnant growth and neglect in the capital. The images of dirty streets, children with bare feet, greedy vendors and empty gazes are still imprinted in my mind.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Since she is my rose


“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”
The Little Prince 
--- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Friday, May 25, 2012

Night and Day


By day the Lord directs His love,
at night His song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life. 
(Psalm 42:8)

He will never leave me. I am surrounded by His love.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Cantos Ceremoniales

Soledad           Quiero andar contigo y saber,
                         Saber por qué, y andar adentro
                         del corazón diseminado,
                         preguntar al polvo perdido,
                         al jazmín huraño y disperso.
                         Por qué? Por qué esta tierra miserable?
                         Por qué esta luz desamparada?
                         Por qué esta sombra sin estrellas?
                         Por qué Paita para la muerta?


                         ---Pablo Neruda

Monday, May 7, 2012

The beauty of life

Today, I went for a stroll in English bay with a friend I met last year in UBC.

The scenic landscape, the soothing waves and the sunshine reminded me how awesome is to be in Vancouver.

I know these past 5 months has been particularly...depressing for me. I know that I should be more grateful for what I have. I tend to magnify my problems when they are in fact very minor compared to the blessings God has given me. But the Lord has been constantly reminding me through Bible verses, messages and people that they are greater things in life that success and achievements.

And I also realized that I'm not alone in this journey. Many people face confusion, loneliness and stress in their lives. It's perfectly normal to feel this way. But the difference depends in how you cope with it.

I guess the reason why I lost my emotional balance was because I stopped doing the things I love -playing music, writing, spirituality. I focused too much on my problems and trying to change rather than finding a coping strategy.

In a way, I've become more humble and connected with...humanity. This may sound kind of odd, but I tend to close myself into my small world and dreams. In the past few months, I learned that there is always space for growth, that beauty comes from the small things in life and that love overcomes all obstacles.

Smile, life is beautiful.

Song of the moment:

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Jerusha Rai



I just found out that a sister from Nepal has an amazing voice. She is so talented!

And yes, I'm shamelessly promoting her music in my blog.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Be of good cheer

These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Monday, April 23, 2012

Song of Solomon 8

We have a little sister,
And she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall,
We will build upon her
A battlement of silver;
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her
With boards of cedar.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

My darling from the lions

Lord, how long wilt thou look on?
Rescue my soul from their destructions,
My darling from the lions.
(Psalm 35:17)

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

versos

"Anhelo descansar en los campos de tus immortales sueños."

Poema 18

Aquí te amo.
En los oscuros pinos se desenreda el viento.
Fosforece la luna sobre las aguas errantes.
Andan días iguales persiguiéndose.

Se desciñe la niebla en danzantes figuras.
Una gaviota de plata se descuelga del ocaso.
A veces una vela. Altas, altas, estrellas.

O la cruz negra de un barco.
Solo.
A veces amanezco, y hasta mi alma está húmeda.
Suena, resuena el mar lejano.
Este es un puerto.
Aquí te amo.

Aquí te amo y en vano te oculta el horizonte.
Te estoy amando aun entra estas frías cosas.
A veces van mis besos en esos barcos graves,
que corren por el mar hacia donde no llegan.

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas.
Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde.
Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta.
Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

Mi hastío forcejea con los lentos crepúsculos.
Pero la noche llena y comienza a cantarme.
La luna hace girar su rodaje de sueño.

Me miran con tus ojos las estrellas más grandes.
Y como yo te amo, los pinos en el viento,
quieren cantar tu nombre con sus hojas de alambre.

Pablo Neruda

Friday, March 2, 2012

Nereum

"Our early youth is like a flower at dawn with a lovely dewdrop in its cup, harmoniously and pensively reflecting everything that surrounds it. But soon the sun rises over the horizon, and the dewdrop evaporates; with it vanish the fantasies of life, and now it becomes a question whether or not man is able to produce -by his own efforts as does the nereum - a drop that may represent the fruit of his life."

---Soren Kierkegaard in Either/Or

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Soneto 81

Ya eres mía. Reposa con tu sueño en mi sueño.
Amor, dolor, trabajos, deben dormir ahora.
Gira la noche sobre sus invisibles ruedas
y junto a mí eres pura como el ámbar dormido.
Ninguna más, amor, dormirá con mis sueños.
Irás, iremos juntos por las aguas del tiempo.
Ninguna viajará por la sombra conmigo,
sólo tú, siempreviva, siempre sol, siempre luna.
Ya tus manos abrieron los puños delicados
y dejaron caer suaves signos sin rumbo,
tus ojos se cerraron como dos alas grises,
mientras yo sigo el agua que llevas y me lleva:
la noche, el mundo, el viento devanan su destino,
y ya no soy sin ti sino sólo tu sueño.

----Pablo Neruda

Monday, February 20, 2012

Too deep for words

In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

(Romans 8:26)

It's amazing how the Lord pops the right Bible verses in my heart when I need them the most.

Thanks for praying for us constantly.

"I pray that she may find the joy of life again.
I pray that she might regain her first love.
Open her eyes. Open her heart. For You miss her so.
Cause her to see You and treasure You to the uttermost."

Perspective

"I was blind, but now I see."

Sometimes I have to remind myself to put things into perspective.

My life is linked with God's plan.

Lord, show the greater scheme of life. I want to understand Your heart.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Grace


But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me (2Corinthians 12:9).

Growing up

"Like it or not, we are role models to our students. We must assume responsibilities for our actions."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. We all make mistakes."

"Take risks. Get out of your comfort zone. This is a safe space to grow."

Vida

‎"Mi vida, no hallarás
en el pozo en que caes
lo que guardo yo para ti en la altura:
un ramo de jazmines con rocío,
un beso más profundo que tu abismo."

-- Pablo Neruda

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Quote

"God ALWAYS uses imperfect people in imperfect situations to accomplish His perfect will."
----Rick Warren in The Purpose Driven Church

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Holy Holy Holy



I can't get over the beauty of this song.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Lo, a rose e'er blooming

[A free-flowing sonnet dedicated to the Bride]

Lo, a rose e'er blooming,
nested among thorns.
Your Beloved came and sought thee
pricked His hands and feet,
stained thee
and infused
life unto thee
through redemption, death, and salvation.

O perfect rose e'er blooming,
O bright star e'er shinning,
O vast field e'er growing,
Thy captivating beauty
has made Thy Beloved
Rejoice over thee.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Word of the day

Resilience [rɪˈzɪlɪəns] - The idea of an individual's tendency to cope with stress and adversity. This coping may result in the individual “bouncing back” to a previous state of normal functioning, or using the experience of exposure to adversity to produce a “steeling effect” and function better than expected. Resilience is most commonly understood as a process, and not a trait of an individual (definition à la Wikipedia).

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Dia de Enero



"Ya vas a ver como van sanando poco a poco tus heridas."

Deep inside, I'm still the introverted girl that loves Shakira songs, history books and good poetry.

Some things never change.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Great Yearning

I've been thinking a lot about eternity lately.

I believe that hope is essential for a happy and healthy Christian life, specially for the down-trodden and the broken-hearted. Hope keeps my heart from falling into the pit of despair.

There is something about eternity that really captures my heart. I came up with three main points of why I look forward to eternity.

1. The fulfillment of God's dream and my dream. The church will be complete. New Jerusalem is the culmination of God's plan. I look forward to that epic moment of the manifestation of the bride --when New Jerusalem descends from heaven to earth. The bride will be in her full splendour and glory. Although the Bible mentions that there will be no more tears, that day I will shed tears of exuberant joy. I strive for God's dream everyday.

2. The restoration of broken relationships. I must admit that this is one of the main reasons why I look forward to eternity: the family reunion in the clouds. No more separation. No more misunderstandings. No more sorrows and tears. All the saints will dwell in love and harmony with God. The verses in Psalm 133 resonate within me as I write these words.

3. The hope of the better things to come. The failures and the temporal nature of this world convinces me that there must be far better things to come. What we live is merely a shadow of eternity.

"...for the former things have passed away" (Revelation 21:4).

"Behold I am making all things new" (Revelation 21:5).

Rejoice! For eternity is at hand. Let us all enjoy our journey Home.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

De la Vida del Cielo

Alma región luciente,
prado de bienandanza, que ni al hielo
ni con el rayo ardiente
fallece, fértil suelo,
producidor eterno de consuelo;
de púrpura y de nieve
florida, la cabeza coronado,
a dulces pastos mueve,
sin honda ni cayado,
el buen Pastor en ti su hato amado;
él va y en pos dichosas
le siguen sus ovejas, do las pace
con inmortales rosas,
con flor que siempre nace
y cuanto más se goza más renace;
y dentro a la montaña
del alto bien las guía; ya en la vena
del gozo fiel las baña
y les da mesa llena,
pastor y pasto él solo, y suerte buena.


---Fray Luis de León

Monday, November 21, 2011

Be anxious for nothing

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication,
with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;
and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:6-7

This verse helped me a lot today.

I'm glad everything is now solved. I can move on happily in life.

God is so good to me :D

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Te recuerdo como eras

Te recuerdo como eras en el último otoño.
Eras la boina gris y el corazón en calma.
En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepúsculo.
Y las hojas caían en el agua de tu alma.

Apegada a mis brazos como una enredadera,
las hojas recoían tu voz lenta y en calma.
Hoguera de estupor en que mi sed ardía.
Dulce jacinto azul torcido sobre mi alma.

Siento viajar tus ojos y es distante el otoño:
boina gris, voz de pájaro y corazón de casa
hacia donde emigraban mis profundos anhelos
y caían mis besos alegres como brasas.

Cielo desde un navio. Campo desde los cerros.
Tu recuerdo es de luz, de humo, de estanque en calma!
Más allá de tus ojos ardían los crepúsculos.
Hojas secas de otoño giraban en tu alma.

---Pablo Neruda

Friday, November 11, 2011

In Awestruck Wonder


How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand.

[Psalm 139:17:18)

If I could count Your thoughts,
It would take me an eternity to number them...

I was meditating the other day,
about how would I spend my days in eternity.
In the Millennium,
I want to travel to all parts of the world with the Lord.
I want to have long, deep conversations with Him...
Meet His gaze, and feel His heart beat.
I want to compose songs together
under the stars,
and sing our love to one another.

I long for Him.
This is such a crazy yearning.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

We are like those who dream

When the LORD brought back the captivity of Zion,
We were like those who dream.
Then our mouth was filled with laughter,
And our tongue with singing.
Then they said among the nations,
“The LORD has done great things for them.”
The LORD has done great things for us,
And we are glad.

(Psalm 126:1-3)

Identity

[I'm going to be a nerd, and post my lifespan paper on identity in my blog.]

Erik Erikson’s fifth stage of psychosocial development consists of identity versus role confusion (Berger, 2010). The adolescent in this stage is constantly seeking his or her identity. The complexities of finding one’s own identity as a person become the primary crisis of adolescence (Erikson, 1968). In this paper, I will attempt to discuss and explore the development of my identity as an adolescent using Erikson’s psychosocial development theory and James Marcia’s theory of identity achievement.

According to Erikson, the ultimate goal that resolves this crisis is identity achievement (Berger, 2010). Identity is achieved when adolescents reconsider the goals and values set by their parents and culture, while accepting some and rejecting others. “With their new autonomy, they maintain continuity with their past in order to move toward their future” (Berger, 2010).

Inspired by Erik Erikson, James Marcia described three specific ways in which young people cope with this crisis as they strive for identity achievement: role confusion, foreclosure and moratorium.

Role Confusion is the opposite of identity achievement. It is characterized by a lack of commitment to any goals or values, with apathy and indifference regarding every possible role (Berger, 2010). Role confusion is sometimes called identity diffusion. Some adolescents seem diffuse, unfocused, apathetic and about their future.

To some degree, I experienced role confusion during my last year in High School. I suffered a mild case of “senioritis.” During my last term as a senior, I struggled to get out of bed to go to school. The overwhelming stress of final exams, projects, oral presentations and maintaining my circle of friends triggered a reaction in me. I became more withdrawn. I refused to go to parties, and preferred to read on a Friday night. According to my mom, I became lazier. I was unwilling to help in my family business when they needed me. I wanted my space. My response to demands and stress was indifference.

Foreclosure occurs when, in order to halt the confusion, young people short-circuit their search by accepting traditional values without examining them (Berger, 2010). Or they might adopt an oppositional, negative identity.

I experienced an onset of identity crisis as a Chinese in a Spanish speaking country. Should I embrace my parent’s culture or conform to the majority of my peers? There were no clear-cut traditional values for me. I had to juggle around my role and identity in order to find myself. Subsequently, I adopted multiple identities. For example, when I was home, I lived up to my parent’s expectations: helping out in the business, being respectful and working hard in my homework. When I was school, I tried to fit into my peer group by hanging out in parties, drinking and adopting their style. At church, I tried my best to act like a Christian. I dressed modestly, and behaved decently before the church leaders and members. However, I faced many struggles in my heart. I felt that I was not being true to myself. I was putting on different masks to fit into different social roles. I conformed to the traditional roles and expectations. As a result, I felt fragmented, which led me to a period of moratorium in my late teens.

Moratorium is a kind of time-out. Moratorium is considered a more mature response than foreclosure (Berger, 2010). Societies provide many moratoria that allow adolescents to postpone final identity achievement when they leave high school.

After graduating from High School, I decided to take a break from my studies. From a normal person’s perspective, it seems that I have achieved a lot. I graduated with honours, achieved top marks in the national exams and made a lot of friends. But I felt that there was something lacking in my life. My spiritual life was at it low point. I felt empty inside. Therefore, I decided to embark into a three-month trip to Vancouver. I worked as a volunteer in a Summer day camp, and enrolled in my church’s training program. I took classes on Church History, Systematic Theology, and Mental Health. During those three months, I was able to build meaningful relationships with my church members. I did not feel pressured to fit into social roles. I could freely be myself, and be accepted for who I was. I also developed a stronger relationship with God. I felt that I have finally found myself. Because of my positive experiences during my moratorium, I decided to stay in Vancouver to pursue further education.

Thinking about the formation of my identity as a teenager, I believe that my religious identity was the most distinct among the four arenas of identity achievement. I became a Christian when I was 12. I chose a religion that was different from my parents’. My dad is Buddhist, and my mother is a Catholic. As a result, I was very different from my family and peers. My religion gave me values to stand on. Even though I faced a period of confusion and rebellion, I still held those values close to my life.

I had many circles of friends at school. But my closest friends were my Christian friends. They had a very big impact in my life. My best friend was a missionary kid. He introduced me to Christian culture –Christian music, youth groups and missionary trips. His parents invited me over their house to their gatherings, and to short-term mission trips. These experiences helped me to develop a passion for missions, and to pursue a meaningful life devoted to God and His commission. Thus, when I was in University, I joined many missionary trips. I went to Fiji in 2008, 2009 and 2010. I recently came back from a 2-month mission trip in South Africa.

Looking back, the development of my identity as a teenager was an emotional and confusing journey. At times, I felt so depressed and fragmented that I was about to give up. It was not easy to keep up to society’s expectations when I knew that I was so different inside. However, I learned that the most important part of this stage in life was to accept myself for who I was. It was during my moratorium in my late teens, that I finally found and embraced my identity. I treasure the fact that I am unique: I am a Chinese born in a Spanish country, a passionate Christian, and a human being with talents and dreams.

Reference

Berger, Kathleen Stassen. (2010). Invitation to the Life Span. New York: Worth Publishers.


Kandom video:

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Never let go

When I found Him whom my soul loveth:
I held Him, and would not let Him go.
(Song of Solomon 3:4)


If I ever decide to have a tattoo, I would have this verse imprinted in my arm.

Never let me go, Lord.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Making melody in my heart

My heart is Your favourite dwelling place.
You inundate my life with songs of joy and love,
Making melody in my heart.
You shine an inextinguishable light in my heart,
giving me faith, hope and love
amidst darkness and storms.

There is no need to despair.
For You've mended and repaired
my broken heart and dreams.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Self-portrait

[A poetic sketch of the self]

When people ask me who I am,
I say,
I am fluid...
Clay in the outside,
Molten lava in the inside,
Melting as I travel,
to places,
to cultures,
to peoples,
to stories,
to memories,
solidifying into a myriad of emotions,
moments of existence,
an identity.

I am liquid,
flowing like a river.
I am
a cascading melody that sings through:
steep rocks,
high mountains,
deserts, meadows,
praires, forests,
clashing with the waves
of the mighty wide ocean.
I carry with me the
essence of existence,
dreams, hopes, joy,
strength to move mountains,
Faith.

I am fire,
Burning with desire,
Fervently crackling,
smothering, firing
the love dream
hidden in the
deepest crevice of my
heart.

I am a human soul.

There's a Volcanoe bursting inside of me;
A Fountain of joy that forever overflows
love
peace
and life in abundance.
He is my Source since the beginning.

Kandom note: You have to visualize the imagery to understand this poem. Flow with the words and structure. Read it from the bottom-up. Hint: Think of a volcanoe.

Inspiration: Modernist movement, GEOG 103, ANTH 100, my multi-cultural background, Chemistry, Brother Fish's song, Tori Amos.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Slow dancing with my Lover

Slow dancing with my Lover,
Swirling under the stars,
Singing sweetly along with Him,
Our love song under the skies.

His left arm is under my head
and His right arm embraces me.

The flames of His love consume me.
I am engulfed by His everlasting desire.
I am irrevocably, madly and helplessly,
In love with my True Beloved.

Lord, I cannot live without You.

Kandom note: Poem inspired by Song of Songs and Dolly Parton's Slow Dancing with the Moon.

Kandom verse: I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders (Psalm 77:6).

Monday, September 19, 2011

Video Portrait



Frankie made a video portrait of me. This video pretty much sums up my life.

On another note, I'm really homesick. Talking to my dad and listening to Spanish music triggers strong feelings in me.

I miss my roots.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Behind the veil

Behind the veil,
the Father yearns with a heavy heart,
for His child to come home.
He has waited for so long,

He has prepared a feast;
delicacies of every kind,
Composed symphonies of love and joy.
Oh how He longs to hold his hand again,
Oh how He longs to hear his voice
after a tired day of work
"Father, I'm home again!"

So deep is His craving for His son's love.
Who could possibly understand His heart?
Who could count His numerous love thoughts?

Oh how He yearns for His son.

"Come home, my son!"

"I need you more than you need me!"

Yet from a distance, He sees a wretched figure.
Covered in mud and digrace...
The Father is moved by compassion,
dashes out to embrace His child.
He passionately tears the veil.
And embraces the son back to the Holy of Holies!!

"Home is not the same without you"

"Oh I love you so!"

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

South Africa

South Africa is such a beautiful country.

The majestic mountains and the sea echo some kind of untamed beauty in the land.

The sky is ever so blue, fettered with cirrus clouds.

There is a mix of natural and supernatural elements embedded in the landscape.

The beach is 20 minute walk away from home. We sometimes go there to draw near to God. The ocean reminds me of God's unconditional and unmeasurable love to me.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Nkanini

Our charity work in South Africa mainly focuses on the children in Nkanini, a subdivision in Khayelitsha. I was quite surprised that such a rich country like South Africa still had slum areas. There are high incidents of alcoholism, rape and violence in Nkanini. Children grow up in really poor conditions.

The adults are mostly busy during the day with work so they cannot take care of the children. They take their children to the Educare centre for childcare. The children basically rely on charity for their food and care.

We are in charge of the after-school program. We basically go to Nkanini from Tuesday to Thursday to provide English, Math and Bible classes. The children enjoy it immensely.

We also have fellowship on Sundays. It's so precious that we can share the love of God to these little children. Yesterday I shared about the Lord's resurrection and how it helps us to have hope in life. I sang "Because He lives" with a group of girls and they really enjoyed it. We kept singing it on repeat.

Please pray for our gospel work in Nkanini. We want to give more than tutoring services or charity to the children. We want them to truly enjoy of the love of the Heavenly Father.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Conversations

[Pick n Pay. I'm with a friend. A man comes and greets us]

Hi!
*Ignores, I think he is a creeper*
Hello again!
Hi.
I saw you praying at the beach today.
Oh, really?
My dad is a pastor. Maybe you can come visit our church some day. Here, I'll leave you my phone number.
That's great. *Walks away*
(I felt the creeper vibe so I ignored it)

[At the park, a lady approaches me]
Hi there!
Hi!
Are you praying?
Yes.
I noticed that you pray everyday. That's very good.
Thank you.
So what do you pray?
I pray to God for ourselves and ministry in Nkanini.
You should pray for this neighborhood. This neighborhood needs prayers.
Yes, I think so too.
See that car parked there? That's my house. You can come visit anytime.
Thanks! Bye!

It's funny how people around the neighborhood takes notice of us praying. There are many church-goers in Cape Town but how many people are really experiencing God everyday?

Keep praying.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

UBC Graduation

I'm officially an alumni! Thank God that I finally graduated from University.

The ceremony was a bit long and awkward to tell you the truth. There were many random moments, such as the saxophone playing, the asian pose and loud cheering from the crowd. It was funny.

But the loudest cheer came from my heavenly Father and my Beloved of course. They were celebrating and cheering for me. It's so precious to have Them in every step of my life.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

UBC lip dub


My university made a lip dub video. It's awesome.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

ABC 40 years


My elementary/Highschool celebrated its 40 years anniversary!

I miss my days in the ABC. They were awesome!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

----John Donne

I'm having one of those moments where I can relate to Donne's poetry. I was lucky enough to have an English teacher in Highschool who was passionate about poetry. Random lines of Donne's poetry would pop up in my mind in crucial moments of my life. Last night, I had one of those moments. I was meditating about death, and how our life-embracing soul cannot resolve with the idea of death. Death will always hurt us. Why does death brings us so much sorrow? In some way, I thought, death was never meant to exist. We were created to live eternal lives. But because of sin, death entered into the world. Anyways, to make the long story short, I tried to connect the death of Lazarus (I've been reading John 11) and this poem together. And then I remembered how the Lord was the first One to overcome death. He has given us life and hope. We shall overcome death with Him.

"Death, thou shalt die."
(My favorite line of the Holy Sonnet. It's so powerful that it blows my mind.)

Kandom Video: Amor Eterno. Dedicated to my grandparents. May you rest in peace.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Grandpa

My dear grandpa passed away today. I didn't know him very well because I spent little time with him. But I knew that he loved us very much. He was an excellent cook and was a very attentive man. And he loved my grandma very much. He was devoted to her. I wish I could find a good husband like my grandpa.

The following is something my brother wrote about him. I apologize to all my English readers but this is in Spanish.


El año era 1993 y si algo marco mi vida fue que probé por primera vez un exquisito platillo de mi abuelo, mi abuelito, Gong Gong.

Dios me dio la bendición de poder haber conocido a mis dos abuelos maternos. Uno creería que por la distancia no podíamos tener una buena relación, pero mas que una buena relación ellos han dejado una huella en mi vida y corazón.

Pasivo, callado y muy cariñoso fue siempre mi abuelo. Era un hombre de pocas palabras pero por sus acciones uno fácilmente entendía que el nos quería.

Si empiezo a hacer matemática tal vez yo no fui de esos niños que tuvo a su abuelo todos los días como vecino para que le contara historias de dormir. Pero las veces que si estuve con el, creo que el y yo aprovechamos al máximo los momentos.

Lo que mas le gustaba era ir a tomar te chino todas las mañanas a algún restaurante de la zona, eso nunca podía faltar. Era de los mejores momentos porque el siempre pedía un montón de comida de la mas deliciosa a sus nietos. Desde un pato asado hasta todo los dim sum que uno puede imaginar.

Las ultimas veces que fui con el teníamos que ir en silla de ruedas, yo lo ayudaba a bajar las gradas y luego llevarlo en la silla. Aun con el impedimento físico esto nunca lo detuvo de ir todas las mañanas. Un ejemplo digno de una persona que el espíritu luchador es mas grande que los obstáculos.

Este espíritu luchador se lo forjo la historia, la dura historia que tuvo que vivir durante su juventud. Vivió dos guerras, una mundial y la otra civil agregado a una revolución cultural. Fue durante estos tiempos que conoció a mi abuela que también en paz descanse.

Los dos tuvieron 6 hijos siendo, la menor mi mama, llego a tener hasta una bisnieta. La manera en la cual mis dos abuelos se conocieron fue un tanto místico ya que mi abuela venia de El Salvador y el de China, solo Dios sabrá porque hizo de esta manera este bello encuentro. Los dos vivieron casados mas de 60 años, un ejemplo de que la fidelidad a la esposa y la familia son los baluarte mas importante de la vida.

Ese espíritu de lucha también lo impregno en sus estudios. Un erudito en historia, lo cual lo llevo a escribir varios libros. Su ejemplo se impregno en sus nietos, de los cuales han tomado ejemplo y han salido estudiantes luchadores, ingenieros, arquitectos, historiadoras, programadores y si Dios me lo permite un medico. Parte de ese titulo ira en su honor.


El momento mas memorable que tuve con el fue hace poco mas de un año cuando lo fui a visitar el verano del 2010. Mis tías se había ido de la casa por un día y me dejaron encargado a que cuidara al abuelo. Esa mañana fui a correr por la ciudad y casi llego tarde a su momento mas importante la hora del te, no le gustaba llegar tarde porque no quería que tomaran su mesa favorita. Al final llegamos y estaba su campo preferido. Pidió un montón de comida hasta no poder comer mas. Luego en la tarde paso con un poco de fiebre, lo cuide todo el día, créanme fue un honor el poder hacerlo.

La faceta preferida para de mi abuelo era que también era un gran cocinero. El hombre dibujaba, escribía y también cocinaba súper rico. No se que era pero cualquier cosa que cocinaba le quedaba delicioso. El platillo que mas recordare de el es un huevo con carne de res y anguila en arroz blanco.

Mi abuelo fue y siempre será un ejemplo en mi vida. Se que cada uno de ustedes tuvieron sus buenos momentos con el, espero que lo recordemos como un ejemplo a seguir. Ya los dos el y la abuela nos dejaron, espero que Dios nos permita verlos de nuevo en la eternidad.

Abuelo, me dejas un gran vacío que te hayas ido y no te pueda volver a ver aquí en la tierra, si Dios lo permite espero que nos podamos ver de nuevo, que será en la eternidad.

Tu nieto querido,

Miguel

Convo with my bro: (10:50 pm)

la verdad cada dia me pongo a pensar
lo pequeno q somos,
no podemos solucionar nuestra muerte fisica
y Dios es el que tiene que solucionar nuestra muerte real
tanto orgullo cargamos todos y me incluyo ahi
al final
no somos mas q polvo
y lo mas importante en verdad en esta tierra es amar a los q ves cada dia
a todo ser humano.

Alma mía! Alma mía! Raíz de mi sed viajera.

Alma mía! Alma mía! Raíz de mi sed viajera,
gota de luz que espanta los asaltos del mundo.
Flor mía. Flor de mi alma. Terreno de mis besos.
Campanada de lágrimas. Remolino de arrullos.
Agua viva que escurre su queja entre mis dedos.
Azul y alada como los pájaros y el humo.
Te parió mi nostalgia, mi sed, mi ansia, mi espanto.
Y estallaste en mis brazos como en la flor el fruto.

Eres. Entonces eres y te buscaba entonces.
Eres labios de beso, fruta de sueños, todo.
Estás, eres y te amo! Te llamo y me respondes!
Luminaria de luna sobre los campos solos.
Flor mía, flor de mi alma, qué más para esta vida!

----Pablo Neruda

Kandom note: I miss speaking Spanish. I miss my roots.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Abba's joy

One of my anchor points is to behold Abba when I walk out the door. My focus this week was to realize His joy and admiration towards me.

I wrote a little poem to record my experience this morning:

Oh the sheer joy beaming from Your face!
Oh the magnitude of Your delight towards me!
As I behold Your glory,
I realize Your infinite joy, admiration and love
towards Your darling child.
You cheer me on.
"Strive on, child! I'm proud to be your Father."
You encourage me to work hard.
And remind me that there is a bright future ahead.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Psalm 23 [Planet K version]

Last night, Mel sent me a message about how the Lord spoke to her through a welcome message in her mom's phone: "The Lord is my Shepherd."

Today, I took my break from my busy routine. I went to a small grassy knoll near UBC, and meditated upon Psalm 23 as I composed this poem for the Lord.

The Lord is my Beloved;
He satisfies my heart.
He makes me lie down in His vineyard:
He leads me to His Inner Chambers.
He restores my weary-soul: He leadeth me in the Everlasting Way for He loves me so.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of accusations, I will fear no evil:
For You are with me.
Your word and Your love comfort me.
You prepare a feast in the presence of my enemies.
You fill my life with joy;
My cup overflows.
Surely Your personal love and grace shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the Household of God for ever.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Conversations

As I walk out of class, I see my friend."You're the most un-asian friend I have."
"huh?"
"Remember the time when we were eating noodles at Aberdeen center? you had noodles all over the table."
"..."
"You are so clumsy."
"I'm sorry if I'm not Asian enough for your liking."

On my way to the bus loop, with friend."Why don't you want to live with your mom?"
"How old are you?"
"22."
"You're 22. Would you like to live with your mom?"
"No."

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Jeremiah 29:11

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."


Graduation is coming up, and I honestly don't know what to do with my life. I applied to Education (my dream) but everything seems so uncertain right now. But I know for sure that the Lord has the best plan for me. He has the most beautiful heart towards me. Each step of my life is detailedly planned by my Abba and my Beloved.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

love

"I have so much of you in my heart..."

-John Keats in his letter to Fanny Brawne.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Mi Unicornio Azul

Este blog post me sacó una lagrima del corazón y me inspiró a amar más a mis padres y a la gente de mi alrededor.

Gracias Guthita por compartir:

Mi Unicornio Azul

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Starálfur



I relate to moments in life with music. I've been having very deep meditations about the Lord and the meaning of life lately. I think this song captures my mood during these cold winter days.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

1/1/11

Our family went to the beach to celebrate the new year. We had delicious seafood, watched the sunset together and talked under the stars at night. I had a wonderful time.

One of the most memorable moments of our day trip was watching the sunset together. The four us were sitting on one bench, huddled together, talking about our childhood and old times. At that moment, I was thinking how incredibly blessed I was to have both of my parents together. Not everyone can enjoy such privilege in life.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Winter reading list

I don't know why I'm posting this but I'm so excited for the Winter Holidays. The following books are in my reading list:

1)The Bible: Psalms, Ephesians and Luke.
2) The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
3) Biography of George Muller

That's all. I'm swamped by finals right now. I have one tomorrow at 8:30 am. That means that I have to wake up at 6:30am and get out of the house by 7:15am. Ugh. 2 more and I'm heading home.

8 days until I fly back home.

Kandom note: I'm craving pupusasss.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Like a Mountain


I love you like a mountain

Sunday, December 5, 2010

God of all comforts

My comfort in my suffering is this:
Your promise preserves my life.
Psalm 119:50

Only God can see the tears we don't show to others.
Only God knows a side we don't want other people to know.
Only God understands our troubles and worries.
Only God can take away our sorrows.
Only God can mend a broken heart.
Only God can save us from our distress.

Christmas Carols

Christmas season is here! I would like to list my favourite Christmas carols:

O Three Kings All time favourite because of the catchy melody. Learned it in 2nd grade thanks to Mr. Maddox.

Oh Holy Night - Simply precious.

Carol of the Bells -reminds me of the Midnight before Christmas.

Ding Dong Merrily on High- A charming song.

Away in a manger - One of my first christmas carols.

Campanas de Belen - A Spanish Carol.

The First Noël - Born is the King of Israel.

Feliz Navidad - Feliz Navidad, Prospero año y felicidad.

"I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart!"

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Cántico Espiritual

Canciones entre el alma y el Esposo

Gocémonos, Amado,
y vámonos a ver en Tu hermosura
al monte y al collado,
do mana el agua pura;
entremos más adentro en la espesura.

Y luego a las subidas
cavernas de la piedras nos iremos,
que están bien escondidas,
y allí nos entraremos,
y el mosto de granadas gustaremos.

Allí me mostrarías
aquello que mi alma pretendía,
y luego me darías
allí Tu, vida mía,
aquello que me diste el otro día:

El aspirar del aire,
el canto de la dulce filomena,
el soto y su donaire
en la noche serena,
con llama que consume y no da pena.
----San Juan de la Cruz.

Unión con Dios

Y no se aquieta en este primer grado de purificación, sino que entra en la vía iluminativa, en que la noche de la fe es su guía, y como las potencias de su alma son fauces de monstruos abiertas y vacías, que no se llenan menos que con lo infinito, pasa más adelante, y llega a la unión con Dios, en el fondo de la sustancia del alma, en su cetro más profundo, donde siente la respiración de Dios; y se hace tal unión cuando Dios da al alma esta merce soberana que todas las cosas de Dios y el alma son en transformación participante, y el alma más parece Dios que alma, y aun es Dios por participación, aunque conserva su ser natural, unida y transformada, como la vidriera la tiene distinto del rayo, estando de él clarificada.
--Menéndez Pelayo

Sunday, November 28, 2010

His Grace


"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us. In all wisdom and insight He made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His kind intention which He purposed in Him with a view to an administration suitable to the fullness of the times, that is, the summing up of all things in Christ, things in the heavens and things on the earth. In Him also we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to His purpose who works all things after the counsel of His will, to the end that we who were the first to hope in Christ would be to the praise of His glory." Ephesians 1:7-12

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The sickness of the soul

A sweet love which bloomed in Spring,
grew strong in Summer's radiance,
but weakened in Autumn's grievance,
withered and faded with winter's sting.

Thoughts that spread like cancer,
Bombards my feelings with vile ulcers.
My soul is weary, sick and beaten.
I stand asunder, sad and broken.

I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day ,
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.

I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Victory

My love,


Where is your strength?
Where is your armour and sword?
Where is your joy and peace?
Do not slack, or sleep
or pause a moment,
for the enemy is fierce.
He is most threatened when you are doing the will of God.
Be alert and do your first works.
Draw near to Me,
Fill your spirit with the daily bread
and follow the footsteps of the flock.
I desire that you conquer all things
with overwhelming victory!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Hold me.


Nevertheless I am continually with You;
You hold me by my right hand.
Psalm 73:23

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Your love never fails to make me smile :)

Today, I was on the verge of being extremely emotional (ugh mood swings), but God cheered me up by answering my prayers and by the beautiful autumn weather.

-After praying this morning, Access and Diversity finally replied my email. I will be contacting my clients shortly, and I will be tutoring English and History to UBC students. I'm excited.
-I made the stupid decision of not buying a book at the beginning of the term. Turns out that they are not selling at the UBC bookstore anymore. After frantically searching all bookstores in town, I desperately sent an email to my History professor. I prayed on the bus and when I reached home, I checked my email and my prof said that he will lend me the book for the weekend. PHEW.

Conclusion: I love God. He answers my prayers and cheers me up with surprises. Life would be totally different without Him. I'm glad He is in my life.

Friday, October 22, 2010

A little lovely thought

I was pondering upon the significance of love in our lives. Here's a little trail of thoughts:

Love
makes things easier,
make conversations less awkward,
helps us to develop our potential,
makes us more human,
is the source of our inspiration,
is divine
helps us gain confidence and value,
erases all bitter feelings,
fully accepts and rejoice,
makes us smile,
brightens our day,
gives us hope,
gives us strength to endure,
can change a person,
can change the world,
can make a big difference,
can help us look beyond a person's fault,
gives us great hope in life,
saves us from despair,
motivates us,
and encourages us.
Love is the greatest.

I concluded that in order to make the world a better place, we need to give our love to others. We need to love ourselves and one another. But where does this love come from? It comes from God and it overflows to our lives. True love can only come from God.

Love can make a difference. If we loved the poor, we would not stand indifferent and not help them. If we loved our parents, we would try our best to hold our temper and not yell back. If we loved our friends, we would support them and accept them. If we loved those around us, everyone will be happier and more content.

I still need to learn how to love. It's a process...a bit painful, but totally worth it!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Refleción del día

Estas 2 semanas han sido totalmente horrible para mí. Como Mr. Palencia diría: Brutal!

Tuvé que escribir 4 parciales, un ensayo de 1500 palabras y preparar una presentación de grupo en 8 días. Estuvé trabajando a más no poder. Mis ojeras son tamaño elefante, he perdido peso y no estoy en un buen estado de animo. Quiero dormir y comer bien pero el trabajo me lo impide.

Pero a pesar de todo esto, Dios es misericordioso hacia mi. Hoy, después de pasar seis horas en la biblioteca (subterranea, para más fregar!), alcé mis ojos al cielo, y vi nubes cirros pintados de color rojo y oro. Al otro lado, estaba la luna llena, esclarecida y hermosa, reposando en la tenue luz otoñal. El cielo se vistió de gloria. Dios me alegró el día a través de su maravillosa creación.

Y ahora estoy aquí, reflejando sobre mi vida. Estoy viviendo en un desbalance. Me estoy preocupando en salir bien en mis estudios que a veces me olvidó de las cosas importantes en la vida. Me hace falta acercarme a Dios y congregarme en Su familia. Por primera vez en muchos meses, falté a la noche de oración. No tengo fuerzas suficiente fuerzas la verdad. Dios me entiende.

Gracias a Dios que ya casí termino. Solo me falta terminar esta presentación y me voy a tumbar en mi cama. No aguanto. Quiero abrazar mi libertad y a mí Dios mañana en la mañana cuando me presente ante Él. :)

Que rico expresar mis pensamientos en Español.

Friday, October 15, 2010

To Solitude


O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
----John Keats

Prioridades en la vida

A veces me pongo a pensar, cuales son mis prioridades en la vida.
Estas son mis top 5:

-Dios, mi Gran Amor.
-La gran comisión, mi deber como Cristiana (Mateos 28:16-20)
-Mi Familia y su bienestar.
-Mis estudios y mi carrera.
-La felicidad (la cual se deriva de mi relacion con Dios y los demas)

Friday, October 8, 2010

Life is a dream


We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
---The Tempest
Act 4, scene 1

Kandom note: Mario Vargas Llosa won the Nobel Prize in Literature! I'm so proud of Spanish speaking authors. Estoy orgullosa de Latino America!!

Friday, October 1, 2010

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is --
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
---Gerald Manley Hopkins

The first time I read this poem, I thought "what the...?" but I have been digesting its contents over the years. More so, I have found myself in this poem. We live life for a reason. Hopkins called it "inscape" -our inner capability of doing of what we are for. The 'selves' refers to us; each one of us do according to what we are.

Yes, we are humans, we make mistakes. But we have Christ that "plays in ten thousand places." This is my favorite sentence in the poem, since it has so many layers of meanings. It could either mean that we are created in God's image, or God is playing an important role in our 'selves.' He is constantly molding us into perfection.

Even though I feel like I have no particular direction in life, useless and sometimes stupid for not reaching my goals, I will try my best to live my life as a human being. I will love others just as I love myself. I will serve and love God above all. I hope you will do too.

So yeah, it can pretty sum up that I am an existentialist. I believe that there's a meaning of life, after all.

(written in February 23, 2007)

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A thing of beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

---John Keats
(1795-1821)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Ode to my brother


You are like a familiar song,
filled with tender memories
flowing in my veins.

Although we are far apart,
we are close at heart,
Close in dreams, close in blood.

Monday, September 20, 2010

A Nocturne, a love song for Jesus.

[Because the Honey milk tea is keeping me awake, and because my heart is filled with sweet thoughts from the Bread-break meeting.]

The Son of God, my true Beloved,
Conquered Sin, Satan and Death for me.
Oh valour act! unfailing love,
That melts my iron heart into
A fountain of golden joy.

Oh Son of man…
My heart is Thine.
Reign in me,
And rejoice exceedingly
In Thy holy dwelling place,
My home with Thee.

Holy Sonnet XV

Wilt thou love God, as He thee? then digest,
My Soule, this wholsome meditation,
How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on
In heaven, doth make His Temple in thy brest.
The Father having begot a Sonne most blest,
And still begetting, (for He ne'r begonne)
Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption,
Coheire to His glory, and Sabbaths endlesse rest;
And as a robb'd man, which by search doth finde
His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy it againe;
The Sonne of glory came downe, and was slaine,
Us whom He had made, and Satan stolne, to unbinde.
'Twas much, that man was made like God before,
But, that God should be made like man, much more.

---John Donne

Kandom note: He is my inspiration

Friday, September 17, 2010

Do not worry

“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?

Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not of more value than they?
Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

“Therefore do not worry, saying,
‘What shall we eat?’ or
‘What shall we drink?’ or
‘What shall we wear?’
For after all these things the Gentiles seek.
For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things.
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

(Matthew 6:25-34)

Thursday, September 16, 2010

The ever expanding universe

While I was sitting in the bus, a phrase came into my mind which lead me into an epiphany.

"The whole universe is moving, and we are moving too."
--Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955)
Jesuit priest-scientist.

The idea that the universe is expanding faster than the speed of light simply blows my mind. New matter is created every second. And we are also moving forward with the whole universe. This thought reminded me that God is moving forward with His plan, and that we are moving forward with Him too.

Like the expanding universe, our inner man, created in the image of God, can have an infinite potential to expand in goodness and love. We were created for Him and by Him; surely we must be the best creation. This is the value of man.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Azul y Blanco


Happy Birthday, El Salvador!!

Four years ago, I was in my last independence day assembly, holding the Honduran flag while the boys in my class cross-dressed and danced a folk dance. Little did I know that it would be my last time celebrating Independence day in my beloved country.

I miss that kind of stuff.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Amor Eterno

Podrá nublarse el sol eternamente;
Podrá secarse en un instante el mar;
Podrá romperse el eje de la tierra
Como un débil cristal.
¡todo sucederá! Podrá la muerte
Cubrirme con su fúnebre crespón;
Pero jamás en mí podrá apagarse
La llama de tu amor.

---Gustavo Aldolfo Bécquer

Kandom note: I used to hate reading his poetry in Spanish class (9th grade). But I know find his poetry quiet good now.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Colossians 3:13

Bearing with one another,
and forgiving one another,
if anyone has a complaint against another;
even as Christ forgave you,
so you also must do.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Never give up


This video left me in tears. I am so touched by the love of Abba.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Psalm 139:17-18

Dear you,

I think of you all the time.
Of all the things in this universe,
I choose to think of you...
Of how your day went,
Of all your wants and needs,
You.
I love to think of you...
Of how your hair falls in your face.
Of how you greeted Me this morning
Of how you smiled when you looked at the sky.
These thoughts bring me so much joy,
I cannot describe.
You are adorable. I cannot stop thinking about you.
I love you.

Yours,


God.

Father-Daughter love


How precious that Abba gave me a father on earth to experience fatherly love.

After missioning and hearing so many sad stories about broken families, I realized how blessed I am to have such a good father. Even though my dad hasn't believed yet, he is a very good father. I was always well-fed, loved and cared throughout my childhood. He worked hard to provide the best for my brother and me. He was always there to mediate between my fights with my brother and mom. Even though there may be language barriers, my relationship with my dad has been relatively good.

I love to hear stories about his past. I guess that's why I'm so interested about history. He would tell me how he got arrested by the communist because they suspected him to be a capitalist. Or how he tried to swim his way to Hong Kong to get away from the poverty and misery in communist China. He would also entertain me with stories about people he met. He is hilarious. And he is also the most politically incorrect person I know. He would bluntly blurt out racist, random remarks about people. I crack up whenever he says "peasant."

I really hope that he will believe in God. He has a lot of doubts and wrong concepts in his mind but he believes that there is a God. Please keep praying for my dad so that he can accept Jesus into his life.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Cirrus clouds


Cirrus clouds are my favourite type of clouds.

They are the highest clouds in the atmosphere.
(I learned that in 5th grade)

Sometimes, I image God doodling in the skies to cheer me up.
(I once saw a heart...true story)

And sometimes when I'm sad, I look up to the skies, and remind myself that life is still beautiful.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

An Ode to the stars in heaven (an analogy to unrequited love)


Oh Starlight,
Small and bright,
Shining day and night
through distant skies...
But who knows that up close
There is a stellar explosion at your core,
Shimmering lights in a suspended celestial ore.
How lovely and comely you shine!
You've inspired an inner glow
kindling pleasant dreams within
and a deep sense of wonder...
Yet you're a million light years away
for me to reach the heavens,
and make you mine.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Moonstone

This passage speaks my mind:

'Suppose you were not in love with me? Suppose you were in love with some other woman?'
'Yes?'
'Suppose you discovered that woman to be utterly unworthy of you? Suppose you were quite convinced that it was a disgrace to you to waste another thought of her? Suppose the bare idea of ever marrying such a person made your face burn, only with thinking of it?'
'Yes?'
'And, suppose, in spite of all that - you couldn't tear her from your heart? Suppose the feeling she had roused in you (in the time when you believed in her) was not a feeling to be hidden? Suppose the love this wretch had inspired in you? Oh, how can I find words to say it in! How can I make a man understand that a feeling which horrifies me at myself, can be a feeling that fascinates me at the same time? It's the breath of life, Godfrey, and it's the poison that kills me- both in one! Go away! I must be out of my mind to talk as I am talking now. No! You mustn't leave me -you mustn't carry away a wrong impression. I must say, what is to be said in my own defence. Mind this! He doesn't know -he never will know, what I have told you. I will never see him - I don't care what happens - I will never, never, never see him again! Don't ask me his name! Don't ask any more! Let's change the subject. Are you doctor enough, Godfrey, to tell me why I feel as if I was stifling for want of breath? Is there a form of hysterics that bursts into words instead of tears? I dare say! What does it matter? You will get over any trouble I have caused you, easily enough now. I have dropped to my right place in your estimation, haven't I? Don't notice me! Don't pity me! For God's sake, go away!'

The Moonstone (pg 242)
Wilkie Collins

Monday, May 31, 2010

I can only imagine [Planet K version]

I can only imagine
the day when I see Your face.
Years of friendship and love
unutterable by words,
will be expressed with ineffable joy.

On that day,
My toes will be hovering over the skies
while Your strong arms support me,
And You will whisper to my ear
That all along You were there for me,
I was and will always be in Your heart.

I will soon realize the beauty of this journey
and how my faith has brought me
finally Home.

It will be the day of gladness of our hearts.


Kandom note: this poem has been in my mind for weeks...
I finally wrote it down in my blog.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"Batter my heart, three person'd God"

BATTER my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe;
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

John Donne

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Summer awesomness

Yay for Summer adventures!

I just booked my ticket to Toronto. I will be flying early June to visit 2 of my close friends. I'm super excited to hang out with them. I can't wait to see them.

Then, I will rush back to write my research paper and prepare for my English final (June 17th). I will then fly to Fiji (June 19th) and stay there for 2 whole months!!

And I also have other fun stuff to do in Vancouver such as BBQs, cookouts, cycling and hanging out at the beach. We use these activities to reach out to new friends. Plus, the weather is amazing.

Summer is the most wonderful time of the year!

Out of Egypt

Egypt = El Salvador (1st stage)
Wilderness = Vancouver (2nd stage)
Promised land = ?????? (3rd and final stage)

Out of Egypt
Across the great divide
I shake the dirt of my sandals
As I run into the wilderness
In search for the Promised land.

YHWH is my rock. Living waters flow into my heart.
He is the cloud of glory that shields me day and night.
Honey and milk flows from His river of delight.

Although this land is a desert.
I feel like I live in paradise.
I might walk in circles for years...
But YHWH is my Patient Guide.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Fullness of Joy

I'm done with my final exams! Praise the Lord :)

I'll be leaving tomorrow for a vacation trip in Hawaii with my mom.

Please pray for our safety, and that we may have an awesome mother-daughter bonding time.

Anyways...

May you enjoy the presence of the Lord, and live in the fullness of His joy everyday.

Rejoice always!

You will show me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore (Psalm 16:11)

Monday, April 26, 2010

Metaphor and Imagery

Here is the first draft of a rather disjointed poem of mine.

A strong wind may shake a tree
but not blow it away.
Snowing petals cover the earth and sky,
Its sweet fragrance spreads at night.
New leaves are budded. Old ones are gone.
All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

Even during the trials of our lives,
Love and joy are found.
Let us all look on the bright side.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Yay

I just wrote 2 finals today. Yep...2 down and 2 more to go!

I walked out of the exam room with a big smile in my face for my first exam because I received an 84% in my research paper! After countless and countless of hours of research, and reading in the University's Rare and Special collection, it finally paid off!

This is indeed something worth celebrating. In the past, I used to get B and B- (that Latin American History essay HURT my feelings). I've also got As for small papers. BUT this is the very first A- for a big research paper.
Yay!

Okey doke. I need to continue studying for my next History final. The professor is pretty intense so I really need to study for it.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Call

This song summarizes my feelings for the past 3 years



I'm suddenly feeling nostalgic today. All these memories have been flooding my mind like a tsunami...

But the Lord reminded me to live in the present, and in the fullness of His joy.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Ephesians 3:17-19

That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,

May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;

And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Research

I'm chaining myself to a desk so that I can finish writing my Social History paper (3000 words!)

And we (my roommate and I) brought so much food into the library (pasta, sandwiches, snacks) for our survival. It looks like we are going to a picnic.

So far I have 889 words. Meh.

I promised myself to stay off blogger, facebook, youtube and wikipedia (I read their articles for fun...sad)

And look what I'm doing here...updating my blog. Hahaha

OK. I'm OFF.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

God's Awesomness in the Earthquake

I recently received an email about a missionary who experienced the tremors of the Chilean earthquake. It's amazing how God gave her peace during such a turbulent time.

Please continue to pray for the people in Chile. May the Lord open their hearts for the gospel.

-------
Well, Saturday morning started with a real shake. I had worked until 8:15 pm on Friday then I went to eat with some friends. I got home around 10:30pm and hit the sack. I was exhausted. However, 3:24 in the morning I was shaken from my bed. I felt the shaking and for some reason realized that this was more than the tremors I had felt previously in Guatemala. I jumped out of bed and thought that I should get a robe on and some shoes. I grabbed my cell phone to see if it worked and of course the service was gone and then I went to stand in the door way between the bedrooms. Yes, they had sent out an article recently explaining that you are to lie down on the floor and wait but all that would go through my mind was what I had heard over and over, stand in the door jam. As I stood in the door jam on the 2nd floor of my 19 floor apartment building I felt the movement of the building and heard things falling and sliding. The thought went through my mind that if this was the real thing the other 19 floors would come donw on me but at the same time I felt the Lord there with me.

Then the shaking stopped and it was a feeling of "what now"!!. I decided it was time to get dressed so that I could get out of the building. I groped around in the dark as all of the electriciy, phones, and cell phones were out of commission. I remembered where my clothes were, it does pay to drop the on the floor sometimes and pick them up later, and my shoes. I headed to my front door. In the movement of the building the door was jammed. I couldn't get out.

I started seeing people leaving our building and gathering out front and in the distance I saw one of our ISC couples coming up the visitor parking lot to see if Jackie B, the other singel missionary in my building, and I were ok. He threw me a flashlight and told me to get the screwdriver and take the dead lock off. He came up the stair well and between the two of us he got the dead bolt of and I headed out the door with my purse. There is a sense of desperation when you can't get out of your front door and you wonder if there will be another tremor or if things may still fall.

We waited around 4 hours to go back into the building because of aftershocks and to make sure there was no gas leaks. Around 7:30 the logistic leaders of our mission came by to make sure we were all ok. Of course we all had to tell our story.

We headed back to my apartment around 7:30 to wait and see about water, electricity and TV. We wanted to get the news of what had happened. We knew it was big but never thought it was THAT big. We were just amazed that we had survived in these high rise aparments with the magnitude of the quake. Yes, they do follow the building codes down here.

Saturday I was able to get a hold of family, Guatemala missionaries and Guatemalan friends. We had to go to the office and use a line that was not connected to any cell phones, cable phones, or internet phones. Thank god for that phone. We headed back to my apartment Saturday night and the four of us, the couple from the apartment next door, Jackie B, and I stayed in my apartment. We felt better together since we didn't have lights and the building was still swaying. You feel it a lot more the higher up you are. The couple lives on the 9th floor and Jackie B lives on the 8th floor.

Was I scared, I really can't remember all that went through my mind. I knew it was really different than the tremors in Guatemala. I had seen the sites from Haiti. I don't want to do it again, but I felt a peace that I think God gives us when we are alone.

Sunday we got electricity back and I helped Jackie B clean up her apartment. It looked like a gang and gone through with a base ball bat. It was just amazing the things that broke and the things that were left.

Yesterday I got my tv and internet back, so I also have my internet phone. You can call me if you desire after I get home.

By the way we had another pretty good tremor today, Wednesday the 3rd. Mother earth is not finished shifting.

Thanks for your prayers. God's hand was upon me and all of the other missionaries.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Unusual instruments

I have a natural attraction towards any kind of instruments. Here is a list of unusual instruments that has recently caught my interest:

Musical Saw - Playing music from a saw? Seriously? You either hate it or love it.

Handbell - Never heard of one until I saw this video. Sounds beautiful.

Bowed guitar - Sounds like the cello. I might try it one day.